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You and Me at Boulder Lake (Free verse) by jessicazee First a berry stain
on your pine needled sole
and you just say
"Look at the fire I made"
It's a quick death,
a campfired moth.
Ash so light,
wings disappear
flying, dying
again toward the canopy.
"The crescent moon
is a toenail of God"
The meteors were last night,
mulberry trees
whisper, "please shake us
we need to let things go"
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Posted: December 13, 2004 10:46 PM PST; Last modified: December 13, 2004 10:46 PM PSTWeighted score: 5.089402 Overall Rank: 6341 Comments:
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Blue Magpie @ 212.205.251.118
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14-Dec-04/5:13 AM
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I liked the last 1.5 lines the best. The toenail of God doesn't seem to harmonise, and I fail to understand why most of the line breaks are where they are. But it was an interesting read.
Haven't been camping for 40 years but this resonates. It is one of 'those' moments that can happen anywhere when you are with 'that' person. Here in LA it could happen at the Mark Taper, in S.F at 'the baths' or in Texas at a barbeque. It needs a bit of tightening to be a -10-.
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